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Chapter 22
Her beautiful form slowly begins to stir as she awakens in my arms as I remain lying beside her.
My hand remains in her black locks as I continue to slowly stroke her soft, long black hair. Her yes softly flutter open as they lock on mine, her soft smile slowly grows on her mouth.
"Good morning, Jason." She says, happiness in her voice as she yawns and stretches.
A smile spreads across my lips as I watch her, finding her incredibly adorable.
"I'm going to shower…then we can go. Do you want to try and shower as well?"
Me…shower with her…? Sounds kind of nice…sort of…except the thought of having to take off my mask…in full view of her…
Slowly I shake my head no.
"Why not?"
Slowly I place a hand on my mask, my gaze not leaving hers.
"…Oh yea…" She looks down. "Maybe you can try showering after me? Or in a different bathroom?"
I guess I could probably try that…slowly I nod.
A smile spreads across her face again, "Yay!"
After Aliss and I shower separately (which was a very…interesting experience for me because I'm used to showering in cold water due to most of the areas of the camp not having hot water, or even not having running water in general) and eat breakfast, we are now preparing to do what I am definitely not looking forward to what so ever.
Going to the facility…
…I'm really not looking forward to this…
Aliss's POV
I can tell Jason isn't looking forward to this…
Looking up at him as we stand in our bedroom, his form basically towering over me by probably about 2 feet or more.
His chocolate brown eye locked on my crystal blue eyes.
I observe his clothing, his usual torn up, tattered dark brown jacket layered over his black tattered and slightly torn shirt, along with his very dark blue and raggy pants with his black shoes, his machete in its sheath at his hip, covered by his jacket. If I didn't know his familiar weapon of choice was always on him, I wouldn't have known it was on him at all, that is how hidden it is. He is also wearing his black gloves.
Then there is the familiar hockey mask, which is covered in slice marks that are deep but not deep enough that it cuts through to the underside of the mask. Also there is the familiar deep slice on his mask in one corner, which seems like it was made by an axe… I wonder what caused so many of the other marks on his mask…
"Ready to go?"
He shakes his head, no.
"What else do you need to do?" I'm sure he is probably just trying to buy himself more time…
I watch as he stares down at me, his shoulders slowly elevate into a shrug.
"Really…" I giggle.
He nods.
"Come on, we need to go." I slowly grab his gloved hand and lead him out of the house as he reluctantly follows.
Leading him out to the car, I open the passenger door for him as he slowly ducks his head and climbs into the seat, obviously not used to sitting in a car.
Closing the door, I walk around the front of the van and climb into the driver's seat and make sure I have everything as I shut the door.
"…keys, phone, wallet, ID…"
Feeling Jason's gaze on me, my eyes lock onto his as I giggle.
"I'm a pretty crazy driver. I suggest using a seatbelt."
He looks around and eventually finds it and begins to figure out how to use it as he finds the buckle and connects the two until it clicks.
Doing the same, I put the key in the ignition as the van starts.
I drive out of the driveway and onto the road, leaving the lake and cabin behind.
"It shouldn't be far…" I glance at Jason, whose eyes are locked onto the window beside him, seeming to be nervous yet excited while experiencing this.
This is probably the first time he has been in a car in a very long time. I'm sure the only other times he has been in a car is when he was pursuing victims and not exactly focusing on the travel, only the kill.
We arrive fairly quickly and I park near the entrance, not exactly wanting to walk a long distance and having Jason out in the open long as it will only make him more nervous and possibly angry.
I turn off the car and remove the key and look at him as he looks at me.
"…alright…you aren't going to want to hear this, but you need to leave your weapons in here…"
He slowly looks down as he forages through his jacket's pockets, pulling out his hunting pocket knife and a few other dangerous objects.
"…Jason…I know you have one more…"
His eyes lock on mine, giving me a look of innocence as he slightly tugs on one of his sides of his jacket, the side I know is covering his machete.
"I'm sure they will take it inside if you don't leave it in here…"
His eyes continue to hold an innocent look in them as he tugs on the seat belt, not realizing a button needs to be pushed first.
I reach over and push the button, releasing his seat belt as I release mine after.
"Alright…I will let it slip…but I'm sure they won't."
Both of us step out of the car and meet up on my side as I take his hand and lead him across the street and into the huge building.
Once we enter the doors, Jason behind me, a large amount of people inside the lobby of the building are scattered around, talking. The chatter echoing through the large room we are in.
In front of us a group of security guards stand with large crates at both sides of the group, which contain probably personal items and weapons, if anyone happens to carry any into the building.
We approach the guards, all their eyes locked on Jason who towers over all of them, a few hold a look of 'holy shit' while others hold a look of 'yea right as if I'm going to search that guy.'
A sign stands above them.
'Every visitor (or patient) in the building must be searched upon entering. Any weapons or electronics must remain at this point. Any weapons or electronics with the ability to record, or possess the use of photography found beyond this point will be seized without question. Weapons will be turned in to police and electronics will result in removal of the individual from the facility.'
I begin to remove my phone and follow nearby instructions as I pick up a ziplock bag and place my phone inside it and place it inside a small crate as I am handed by one of the guards a lock and key. I write my name in marker on a piece of tape also given to me and I place it on the crate as I lock it, keeping the key with me.
Walking over to the guards, I allow them to search me for any possible weapons I may have, which I know I have none.
Immediately as one of the guards begin to search me, I am pulled away by strong hands as Jason grabs the guard by the neck with force, the others immediately pull out their guns and point them at Jason, shouting at him to release him.
"Jason! Let go!" I shout over the yelling guards, knowing he will listen to me…or at least hoping he will…
Jason shoves the security guard away from him, resulting in the guard landing on the ground roughly.
Jason's breathing is so rough with anger that his shoulders rise a large amount with each breath he takes.
The security guard gets to his feet, "This guy has got to go! Leave here!"
Suddenly a man's voice sounds from behind the guards, a familiar voice from the phone, the guards move away from him as he speaks.
"Jason Voorhees. It is such a pleasure that you agreed to assist us in our research, I personally welcome you."
A man wearing a suit and tie approaches us as the guards keep their guns raised and pointed at Jason, threatening to shoot him if Jason decides to advance towards the man who is approaching him.
Watching from behind Jason, I gently take hold of his hand, causing Jason to quickly look down at me, obviously on full alert.
The man seems to notice me as he stands a few feet in front of us.
"Ah, if it isn't Alissandra Matthews herself. I thank you deeply for bringing him here to us."
He reaches his hand out to me in an attempt to shake my hand, slowly I reach for it, feeling Jason's muscles tense as our hands touch as we shake hands.
The man smiles as he releases my hand and looks up at Jason.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you are carrying a familiar weapon with you, are you not?"
I look up at Jason, knowing he has no choice at this point.
Slowly I hold his hand again and gently squeeze his hand, telling him he needs to give it up.
His hand reaches for his side as his machete is unsheathed.
"I believe you may feel more comfortable with your girl handling that, instead of a stranger like me. She will take care of it."
Jason looks down at me as I look up at him, he slowly hands it to me.
Gently I take it and lock it in one of the crates.
"Please follow me." The man says as he begins to walk away.
Slowly I hold Jason's hand again as I follow the man with him.
Jason's POV
Eventually we arrive in a small room containing a few couches and other items. It looks like a normal waiting room, Aliss and I step inside the room.
"I will return once the room for our first exam is ready, as well as your room you will be staying in, Alissandra." The man begins to leave, but is stopped by Aliss.
"Aren't you going to return the favor to us? That was the agreement, right?" She asks him, her voice full of concern, "And a room I am staying in? Where is Jason going to stay? Separating us is not a good idea…"
"You will get your part of the bargain as soon as all the preparations are done, quite a few preparations need to be completed before we can rewrite police obligations and receive the money from our sources. How much money did you request, may I ask?"
"…Maybe 15 million? It will be plenty that we will need."
"Deal. For 3 days' worth of testing, is that agreeable?"
"Yes…"
I'm going to be stuck in here for 3 days…I really hope this will be worth it…Aliss better know what she is doing with me.
"And about Jason's night status, he will remain with us through the night. We ensure he will be just as comfortable as you will be."
"…alright…" Aliss says, the tone of her voice holds disappointment.
The man smiles as he closes the door behind him.
Aliss turns towards me and approaches me.
"…I hope you know what you are doing…"
"I do, Jason. Just…if they mistreat you in any possible way, please tell me…I will get you out of here as soon as I possibly can if I hear anything bad happen to you…" Her arms wrap around me, my hands slowly rest on her back, one in her hair, slowly stroking it.